Original subtitles

How, like, serious are you about this music thang?

Whatchu got in mind?

[Keyshawn] Recappin' P-Valley!

[Rome] I can take goddamn Lil' Murda ass

and Miss M-I-Crooked Letter- Crooked Letter

skraight to the top.

Does he wanna be your manager or your fuckin' pimp?

[Uncle Clifford] Right 'chere, this is yo' strength.

You let a niggah take this away from you,

I don't know whatchu gone do.

[crying] He say he love me.

Heyell, I used to have a niggah used to beat my ass.

All Blue Guap clients get C-level suites.

But the Blue Guap princess-- she will only get the best.

[Uncle Clifford] Keyshawn sho do look like she havin'

a good ole time on this Dirty Dozen Tour

with this Lil' Murda character.

[Rome] I'on want that niggah scaring you like that again.

- [Keyshawn] I wun't scared. - [Rome] Yes, you were.

I seen it on that pretty little face of yours.

You ever feel that way again, you come to me.

I got you.

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[tense music plays]

[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ These niggas grind hard ♪

♪ But these bitches grind harder ♪

♪ Climbing up the pole just to get out the bottom ♪

♪ The crowd below ♪

♪ Stay ready for the show ♪

♪ The pimps, the dough ♪

♪ Don't let it take your soul ♪

♪ We make fallin' on the sky look easy ♪

♪ Look at my bitches ♪

♪ Gangsta walking on the ceiling ♪

♪ Green on the flo' ♪

♪ Money talk, can you hear me? ♪

♪ This world is so addicting ♪

♪ But dreams is expensive, keep spending ♪

♪ Work hard for the top, can't fall now ♪

♪ But whatever goes up must fall down ♪

♪ What you do when the power out? ♪

♪ Kids hungry, can't do none but scream and shout ♪

♪ We all choose to live but it's different routes ♪

♪ Take the shit with shine, gotta make it count ♪

♪ When you live and die by the paper route ♪

♪ You spend a dime just to make it out, yeah ♪

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ ♪

[fairytale-inflected hip-hop plays]

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh-oooooh!!!

Once upon a muthafuckin' time

in a land far, far away from Pussy Valley...

[Big Boi's "Kryptonite" plays]

- [Big Boi] ♪ Hey! I'm on it ♪ - [Uncle Clifford] Aye,

aye, aye, aye,

AYYYYYEEE, OW!

[Radio DJ] Tonight at Sapphires,

we hosting the Legends Ball!

For the ladies who changed the game

and changed the culture.

Gigi Maguire!

Jessica Dime! Miami Tip!

And the most famous stripper of 'em all--

[familiar voice] It's my bornday,

and I'm sharing all my flowers.

[Uncle Clifford] Yeeesss,

Fairy Godmuva was in the building,

and she was heyell-bent on blessin'

one of the most bangin' backwood beauties of all...

Keyshawn Harris.

[Rome] Naw, naw, naw, hold on now.

That ain't what you said.

[Uncle Clifford] She was blessed.

I done come across some bad bitches in my stable, y'all,

and this was one of the baddest,

if not the...

You said the split was gonna happen upon recoupment,

and thass gonna happen after production.

[Keyshawn scoffs] Rome, stop. You makin' me seasick.

Okay, all right.

[person speaks indistinctly on phone]

All right! Ah, yes, sir.

[chuckling] Yes, sir. Well, you gone make my client

a very, very rich woman.

- [Keyshawn giggles] - All right.

- [phone line beeps] - [both laughing]

- What they say? - They reviewin' your Gram

right now.

You 'bout to have yo' own lace-front line, biiih!

- [squealing] - [Uncle Clifford] Ooh!

From the Pynk to the palace!

It's nights like these where legends are born.

[Keyshawn] Thass what I'm talmbout!

My bank account gone be on litty in a bitty!

That purty little mug of yours finna be everywhuuuurrr.

Matter fact, they already sent you somethin'

fuh yuh wig crypt.

Looky hure--gone 'head and pick you one out for the night, boo.

Blue water wave.

We got that red Kool-Aid Peruvian,

and this one hure,

that motherfuckin' five-layer skunk--

[laughs] Hoo-hoo!

Ghe-ttoe!

[Uncle Clifford] Keyshawn know she stay saditty.

[Rome] Okay. What about that one?

[Uncle Clifford] But she know Uncle Clifford Rule 934--

sometimes you gotta rock that half-human,

half-synthetic lace front.

Mkay? [chuckles] Long as it don't rock you.

You ain't never rocked nothin' like this befo.

- Mm-hmm. - [Keyshawn sighs]

[Rome] Lemme see.

I'on think that go with my skin...

[Rome] Mm-hmm...

[club music plays in background]

See?

That sexy chocolate go wit' errythang...

Looky hure.

Tonight is yo' night

and yo' night alone.

Remember that. But tomorrow...

we start another two weeks of that Dirty Dozen Tour.

Wait... Whu?

There was just supposed to be one mo' week left.

- I can't do no 'nother week-- - Calm down, now.

I already done cleared errything

wit' yo' little Justin Bieber.

- He straight. - That wasn't the deal.

- Don't you worry 'bout no deal. - Rome, I gotta get home.

No, now, what you gonna do is get this muh'fuckin' money

so you ain't never gotta go home again.

I'ma get you out.

Trust.

[Uncle Clifford] Folks couldn't help but be caught up

in the universe of her.

The savin' of her.

Gone, get ready.

You got a big night tonight.

[Uncle Clifford] Hmph. I even tried to do it.

And I know damn well a bitch ain't ready to be saved

'til she good and goddamn ready.

Like plums left in the sun too long...

The need to leave... gotta be ripe, chile.

[crowd whooping, yelling]

[club music plays]

♪ ♪

[bottle girl] Cîroc.

Compliments of Blue Guap Empire.

Enjoy.

They know they coulda had me do "Mississippi Pride"

up in this hoe.

The fuck some Atliens wanna hear that shit fuh?

Because my song sample a ATL classic.

Baby D, niggah. Ye'en know?

You got the musicology, but don't nobody know that...

-♪ Dat Eastside hoe! ♪ - ...and don't nobody even...

-♪ Dat Westside hoe! ♪ - [Big Teak] ...thought 'bout

that--they don't give a fuck...

[Lil Murda] ♪ Dat Southside hoe! ♪

[Big Teak] ...'bout that!

Damn, maine, y'all niggahs still fightin'?

- [both] Ain't nobody fightin'! - [Lil Murda] ...niggah!

[Rome] Pshh. Yeah, okay.

Yessir.

- This that good shit. - [Lil Murda] I'on know why

Rome act like he couldn't hook a niggah up.

I coulda been performin' tonight wit' Keyshawn.

[Rome] Niggah,

it's Miss Mi'Ssippi Night,

not muh'fuckin' Murda Night.

Niggah, I know what the fuck night it is.

[thunder rumbling]

[Joseline] It's Joseliiiiiineeeeee,

the Puerto Rican Princeeessss!

[Lil' Murda] Goddamn...

- [Big Teak] She flyin'! - [Joseline] Welcome

to the motherfuckin' Legends Ball.

Shout-out to all the baddest bitches

that swung that pussy around the muthafuckin' pole.

Gigi Maguire. Jessica Dime.

Miami Tip.

Tonight I'm gonna give you all yo' flowers!

[Joseline] ♪ Baby boy, live your best life ♪

♪ You be trippin' on me ♪

♪ Actin' like I give a fuck ♪

♪ Where your dick be ♪

Yas! Yas!

♪ I ain't trippin' on you at all ♪

♪ I want you to live it up ♪

♪ Want you to be a G ♪

♪ Niggah, please put the dick in me ♪

♪ Do it readily ♪

-♪ Do it like it's my B-day ♪ - ♪ That's right ♪

♪ Do it like it's my B-day, baby ♪

♪ Do it like it's my B-day... ♪

[Joseline] Yo, we the best to ever do it.

- Period! - But it's some pretty

little young pussies on the rise.

These bitches doin' shit

we ain't never think that we could do.

Yeah!

So tonight we gonna give them they flowers.

Welcome to the stage

one of the baddest bitches doin' it right now--

Miss Mississippi!

[cheers and applause]

[Rome] Blue Guap in this bitch!

[Enchanting's "Way Back" playing]

[Enchanting] ♪ Aye ♪

♪ Bitch I got this shit on my own ♪

♪ Can't wait, I ain't no Cinderella ♪

♪ I was broke before, can't tell me nothing now ♪

♪ All my diamonds yella ♪

♪ I'm not looking for Prince Charming ♪

♪ Niggas grimey, doing too much, extra ♪

♪ I was sleeping on myself, but I just woke ♪

♪ Yea, I'm super pressure ♪

♪ Real bad independent bitch ♪

♪ Been having that shit on my own ♪

♪ He pose to held me down ♪

♪ He held me back, I had to leave 'em alone ♪

♪ Don't want no parts if it ain't 'bout no bread ♪

♪ Because that's all I'm on ♪

♪ Fuck that niggah 'cause that shit ♪

♪ Was stopping me for way too long ♪

♪ Run it up, I ain't worried 'bout get back ♪

♪ When it come down to money, I get dat ♪

♪ I really ain't into that chit chat ♪

♪ On God, you ain't getting yo bitch back ♪

♪ Bossing up how I'm getting my lick back ♪

♪ I know he still wish he can hit dat ♪

♪ I just wanna flood my lil wrist ♪

♪ You ain't used to me shining like this ♪

♪ Shitting on you niggas be the best revenge ♪

♪ You done turned me cold blooded ♪

♪ Look at what you did ♪

♪ Bossing up on niggas be the best revenge ♪

♪ They try to play me, I ride off in that big body Benz ♪

♪ Niggahs can't say they did nothing for me ♪

♪ I don't play that ♪

♪ I ran up them racks all on my own ♪

♪ I don't play that ♪

♪ If you don't wanna see me doing good ♪

♪ Then just say that ♪

♪ No, I'm not the girl you used to know from way back ♪

♪ I know why they mad at me ♪

♪ I run up that bag in my sleep ♪

♪ Niggah, even the blind can see ♪

♪ You was never gone ride for me ♪

[Uncle Clifford] Aye, aye!

Owww! [gasps]

Chile...

she sho'll is a sight to behold, ain't she?

A legend in her own right...

Or at least she could be.

But legends ain't born. They built.

Forged by time and pressure like diamonds.

[crowd cheering echoes]

'Fore we know where she goin'...

[Keyshawn exhales]

...we gotta know where she came from.

[chuckles] Get ready, y'all.

We finna get caught up in the twister we call

the Miss M-I- Crooked Letter-Crooked...

cuz there's no place like home.

[Gidget] Squeeze your butt cheeks harder.

[Uncle Clifford] Hmm, nowhur.

[Gidget] I said harder!

You ain't gonna stick that liberty

if you don't act like you're stickin' a cell phone

up yur anus!

Come on!

Nope. Pull your hips forward,

not to the side.

[Keyshawn] Ohh! Unh!

[Uncle Clifford] Fallin' out the sky

can sometimes put you

'zactly right where you need to be.

[He-Man] You wanna try it again?

Actually, I think I'ma sit this one out.

[dreamy music plays]

[He-Man] Aw, come on.

[Uncle Clifford] For this chocolate girl,

it was right under the gaze of these ocean-blue eyes.

[clears throat]

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh, he fine, ain't he?

- [Gidget] Not dilated. - [Uncle Clifford chuckles]

No concussion.

But you're gonna get a knot.

- Could we get some ICE?! - [person] Yep.

Ah. In the meantime, who we got next?

- Me. - [Gidget] Okay.

What stunt you wanna do from the class-four bracket?

Actually, I'd like to do a class-five...

- the double cupie. - Mkaaay, Alisha.

Show a bitch whatchu got.

C'mon.

- [Derrick] Okay. You ready? - [Alisha] Mm-hmm.

[Derrick] Two...

three!

[grunts]

[Gidget] Damn.

Your sister's not half bad.

Stepsister.

[lightly edgy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Quincy] Ay, lil' mama.

You the junior that transferred from Tchulahoma High, right?

What's yo' name?

[scoffs] You ain't gone tell nobody yo' name?

Thass aight, cuz yo' ass besta get out the sun.

You already lookin' like a burnt chicken nugget.

[laughter]

Why don't y'all leave her alone, okay?

[Quincy] Man, ain't nobody tryna talk to this girl.

- Bitch threw as fuck. - [laughter]

Guys, show some respect, will ya?

Oh, I got some mu'fuckin' respect for you, whiteboy.

Aww, look at the white boy gettin' all red cuz he scared.

[laughter]

Man, what the fuck yo' punk ass gone do?

- Cheer me to death? - [laughter]

[person] Thass right!

[spits]

[Keyshawn gasps]

[Quincy chuckles]

Wait--Ah!

[grunting]

[overlapping shouting]

- Who's the punk now, hunh? - Are any of y'all gone help me?

[shouting continues]

- Ooh-- - [whistle blowing]

Aah!

Uhh--uh--

- [Quincy] Oh, shi-- - [person] Somebody help him.

[coach] Hey! The hell are you doin'?

[Derrick grunting]

[coach] Get off my player!

- [whistle blowing] - Stop it now!

[Alisha] Yas!

A bitch made the squad!

[giggling]

Sorry, sis.

[Alisha] Whoo!

See, I knew the double cupie would get 'em.

You shoulda just tried that stunt again.

You woulda scored more difficulty points.

I wouldna stuck it noways.

My feet are too big.

Well, I can hold a 7 1/2 in the palm of my hand...

even on a bad day.

Which it was for me.

Well, there's always next year.

What's the use? You woulda graduated by then.

[football player] Maine, fuck this shit!

[Quincy] Maine, this shit ain't fair.

Maine, that's some bullshit!

The fuck you lookin' at?

[Quincy] Fuck outta here.

[Keyshawn] They get detention?

[Derrick] Naw. Suspended.

No homecoming game for them.

Yeah? What about you? Didn't you start it?

Naw, I finished it.

Plus, Chucalissa High

needs their 5th Nationals Cheer Championship, so...

[Keyshawn chuckles]

[Derrick chuckles] I'll see ya around.

Oh...

[soft fairytale music plays]

I don't know what the heyell those guys were talkin' about.

You ain't nowhere near "threw," if you ask me.

[Uncle Clifford] She ain't expect her Prince Charmin'

to appear in this here book.

She ain't think she was deservin'

of a Prince Charmin' at all.

Let her stepmother tell it, [scoffs]

she was destined to serve the pretty,

not be the pretty.

Cuz, see, stepmother thought

she was givin' her a chore that she hated.

I mean, who the fuck want to be playin' cosmetologist

on a Friday night and not gettin' paid, too?

[scoffs] Bitch!

But Keyshawn, she loved to play with they crowns.

Mm-mm, sit down and get yo' fuckin' hair done, girl.

[sucks teeth] Fine.

I'll do the ponytail,

but I don't wanna play the flute

for the talent portion.

[Uncle Clifford] One day, with enough money,

she'd be able to play for a 3C Peruvian Silky

with Brazilian mix.

Mmm!

Some bitches gotta work for they pretty.

These bitches inherited it.

[Chanisse sighs]

Pageant, practice...

I need an assistant

to keep up with y'all's appointments.

Raising two girls is a lot of work.

Three.

[girls agree]

- You're raising three. - [Chanisse] Oh...

Ha. Yes, of course.

Thass what I meant.

I have to get used to that new number.

- Well, luck comes in threes. - So does death.

You should go to cosmetology school, Keyshawn.

Cosmetology school? [scoffs]

- My daddy would have a fit. - [Alisha] Oh, speakin' of...

when is James coming back from his business trip?

Right in time for the pageant, he said.

We are all gone be there.

- Front row. - [hair sizzling]

- Oh, shit. - [Chanisse] Unh-uh.

Now, that is five dollars in the jar.

[Keyshawn gasps]

[whispering] Oh, shit, Keyshawn...

What did you do? What did you--

- What's happenin'? - [Chanisse] Oh, my goodness.

Let me see this hair.

[Laronica] Alisha, what's goin' on?

[Alisha] Ooh, girl.

Well, ain't you a regla ole Delilah?!

Done took away my baby's strength!

How she supposed to look at the pageant now?!

Well...

I can-I can fix it. Maybe some--a quick weave--

Unlike you, she doesn't need a weave.

This girl the color a yellow-wasted,

and you done gone and took away

the one thing that makes her beauti--

[breathes deeply]

Move!

Don't know why in the heyell

I even entrusted you with such a treasure.

[Uncle Clifford] Mm, mm, mm.

It's a wonder Chanisse ain't lynch Keyshawn

with that burnt-off ponytail, chile.

Keyshawn mighta taken her baby girl Laronica

down a notch...

Just wait 'til your father gets home.

[Uncle Clifford] ...but she best not touch Alisha...

[Bia's "Can't Touch This" plays]

Ooh, the prettiest

light-skinded bia of them all.

[BIA] ♪ No stylist, I don't do repeats ♪

♪ I got money, bitch, I'm knee-deep ♪

♪ All hunnids, drippin' in CC ♪

♪ Might pop that pussy like FreakNik ♪

♪ No mileage, boy, you can't touch this... ♪

Yo, whassup, Alisha?

[Alisha] Quadavion.

[Quadavion] So is a bitch rolling through the mistletoe

with a niggah...or what?

- [Alisha clicks tongue] No. - [girls giggle]

[BIA] ♪ Bitch, I'm knee-deep ♪

[student giggles]

[Laronica] The fuck, Alisha?

You sayin' no to everybody who axe.

You must be tryna go to the CrackerToe

and not the NiggahToe. Gidget...

- Mm? - Which one you tryna go to?

I ain't tryna go to the CrackerToe

for those honkeys to make fun of my TJ Maxx dress.

Buncha over-privileged douchebags.

Oh, like that Derrick Wright.

He ask me about my cheer fees one mo' time again,

I'ma cut off his nuts and bake 'em in swamp water.

- Yasss, trailer park! - [girls giggling]

- Yep. - Yaaass!

CrackerToe? Whu the heyell y'all talkin' 'bout?

Y'all didn't have a Christmas dance

at your old school in Tchulahoma?

Naw.

For the record, ours is called MISTLE-toe.

The heyell it is.

Since Chucalissa High's gotten blacker,

the white kids' parents've been throwin' their kids

a separate Christmas ball on somebody's plantation.

They say the white kids sacrifice pigs and shit

under the moonlight

- at the stroke of mid-- - Stop! Laronica!

Where the heyell you gettin' all this shit from?

The bathroom wall on the third floor beside the gym.

It also says you give the best head,

- but I digress. - [clicks tongue]

[Uncle Clifford] Fuck flippin' tables!

The lightskins is flippin' hure, chile.

Thass a compliment.

Thanks...

sis.

[Uncle Clifford] Keyshawn's step-sus

was too busy bein' bitches to each other

to be a bitch to her.

'Fact, havin' a chocolate Halle Berry in they midst

brought them a kinda clout.

[chuckles] Lookin' like Destiny's Chirren

at the lunch table erryday.

If them lil' niggahs ain't appreciate it,

chile, somebody else would.

- [chuckles] - [thunder rumbles]

The color line was the inheritance...

[thunder rumbles]

...of erry chile in this lil' Mississippi town...

[thunder booms]

...forever...

like a tattoo.

But humans love what's forbidden, chile.

[thunder rumbles]

They wanna taste it,

conquer it.

Get in. I'll take ya home.

[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.

What if I don't wanna go home?

[upbeat soul music playing]

♪ ♪

[Derrick] My dad thought I was gay,

but I was like, "Man, if you only knew.

I have a good view from down here."

[both chuckle]

Well, it's official. I got the call.

I'ma be co-captain of the Ole Miss Cheer Squad

next fall--full ride.

So you don't gotta pay for college?

Like...wow.

Well, if we had to, we could, but I'll take the scholarship

so my parents won't be too worried about it.

♪ ♪

You been fightin' the whole football team again?

♪ ♪

Ah, naw.

I was, uh, fightin' gravity this time.

Yeah. One of the flyers fell from the top of the pyramid.

Shoe dug right into my fuckin' eye.

Can I?

♪ ♪

You should wear makeup, cover it up.

I shouldn't look too beautiful.

I'm not like you.

You sho'll knew what you were doin'...

rollin' up on a black girl

without an umbrella in the rain.

How could I say no to your chariot?

- I just got my hair fixed. - [laughs]

I don't know if my Prius quite counts as a chariot.

[Keyshawn giggles]

Can I get y'all somethin' else?

I'll have another order of the bacon fries.

Thass it?

[chuckles] Chile.

If I was you, I'd get somethin' else, too.

He can afford it.

You payin', right?

You better be payin' for this date.

Oh, it's...

not a date.

Well, I--

Uh-huh...

[Keyshawn chuckles]

[Patrice] Another bacon fries up!

So...

Is this a date?

[chuckles] Well... not exactly.

I-I wouldn't take you on a first date to Taffy's.

So where would you take me, then?

Eat snow cones downtown.

Maybe dinner on a riverboat.

Hmm.

[poignant music plays]

♪ ♪

That all sounds nice, but...

would you take me home?

♪ ♪

Sucks you didn't make the team this year.

[sighs] Yeah.

You wouldn't be able to look up my skirt...

as planned.

[Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings' "Just Another Christmas Song" plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Oh, just another Christmas... ♪

Now, I want that tree up

before James' feet cross that doorstep.

[Alisha] Anything for her man.

[Chanisse] Well, you find somebody you wanna make

your house pretty for when you older, you'd be lucky.

- [cell phone chimes, buzzes] - Ha.

[Chanisse] What?

Guess who just asked me out to the Mistletoe?

[Keyshawn mocking]

[Laronica] This niggah slid into your DMs--

Laronica, please!

Five cents for the niggah jar.

[Chanisse] Hey! You too.

[Alisha] So, Mom,

how did James woo you?

- [Chanisse chuckles] - Was it letters? Post cards?

[Chanisse] Well...

[Laronica] I know it wun't no DMs.

- It was quick, instant. - [Alisha] Okay.

I served him a drink on the airplane.

That was it.

Sometimes you just know.

[Keyshawn] You forgot about the part

where you served his wife the drink first.

[Laronica and Alisha gasp]

♪ ♪

I understand how from your perspective,

it may seem one way.

You'll learn one day.

Everything ain't always what it seems.

[Keyshawn] I know it wasn't some fuckin' fairy tale.

♪ ♪

Excuse me?

The movie you got in your head, it--it's missin' some scenes.

Keyshawn, you don't know everything.

What I do know

is that you're a homewrecker turned homemaker.

- [scoffs] - [Laronica] Unh-uh.

Mm. Go upstairs.

[Keyshawn] But I was just tellin' the truth.

Go the fuck to yo' room!

- [Alisha] Mom! - Oh! You bitch!

You got me, like, aaaalll the way fucked up!

I may look bougie,

but I will bust out a Baretta rull quick!

Uh-huh, see, you're just like your mama.

THASS why James left her!

- You mother--bitch! - [Alisha shouts]

[Chanisse] She's gone learn how to respect me,

or she's fuckin' out.

I'll send her back up to Tchulahoma

with her hoodrat mammy sooo fast...

[continues indistinctly]

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford clicks tongue] I 'member I used to

sit up and do the same thang.

Sit on my bed and hope that someone

would reach down from a pedestal made of VVS stones

and pull me up from the gutter.

A bad bitch with a scepter.

A bad bitch with a vision.

A vision I ain't had for myself.

[club music plays]

Now, when y'all wear 'em, y'all make sure y'all tag me.

[clicks tongue] Sis, you already know

we know the business.

- [Joseline] What up, bitch? - [gasps]

Make sure you go ahead and give us a dance

-'fore you get too big. - [squealing]

Bitch, party over here!

[Uncle Clifford chuckles] And, finally,

her fairy godmother had arrived.

[squealing]

Life was finna be on litty in a bitty.

She was one step closer to the tower.

Whoo!

[Joseline] What y'all doin' out here?

[Keyshawn] Should I, like, bow or somethin'?

[Joseline] Bitch, if you want to.

Make sure you pick up dem hundreds off the flo', though.

[Uncle Clifford] She could go let down her hur...

and finally be free.

[Gigi] Let's go take some more shots!

[Jessica] Seriously, let's celebrate.

Celebration, yes.

You know, you remind me a me once upon a time.

You gone make it outta here 'cause your belly growlin'.

Oh, it is?

Bitch, it's a fuckin' megaphor.

[laughs]

Come here.

Let me tell you somethin'.

To them, you gone always be a hoe.

They ain't gone never let you forget that.

But thass cool, cuz like our sister Cardi B say,

"A hoe ain't never cold."

[camera shutter clicking]

What, you want me to come by your suite

- and dance fuh you? - Naw.

A bad bitch just need to talk to another bad bitch.

[Uncle Clifford] Is there anything sweeter

than finally being seen

for the precious gem that you are after a lifetime

- of feelin' invisible? - [camera shutter clicks]

[Carla Thomas' "Gee Whiz, It's Christmas playing]

- Keyshawn secretly longed... - [Thomas] ♪ Hello, there ♪

[Uncle Clifford] ...to be a baller's trophy...

- [Thomas] ♪ Merry Christmas ♪ - [Uncle Clifford] ...like her

stepsisters, but nobody ever asked

this chocolate girl to the grand ball.

[Thomas] ♪ How you been ♪

[Uncle Clifford] It wun't that she wun't a bad bitch.

[Thomas] ♪ Gee, it's so good to talk... ♪

[Uncle Clifford] She just ain't know it.

[Thomas] ♪ ...to you again ♪

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[Alisha] Hey, you look handsome.

[Alisha] Do you like my dress?

Hey, Keyshawn, can you come take this picture allaus?

- [Laronica chuckles] - Sure, Daddy.

[James] All right.

[Chanisse] You look beautiful!

- [James] Let me get over here. - [Chanisse] Oh, my family.

- My girls! - [James] There you go.

[doorbell rings]

[Chanisse] Ooh, that must be the chauffer.

[camera shutter clicks] I'll get it, I'll get it.

[Uncle Clifford] But pretty bring pretty problems.

Hmmm.

Alisha knew somethin' 'bout dat.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[Chanisse] Keyshawn...

[O.T. Genasis' "I'm In Love With the Coco"]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[gasps]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[O.T.] ♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I got it for the low-low ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, cocaína) ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I got it for the low-low ♪

♪ Turn up ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ Thirty six, that's a kilo ♪

♪ I get it ♪

♪ Need a brick, miss my free throw ♪

♪ Stay away ♪

♪ I'm in love just like Ne-Yo ♪

♪ All this coke like I'm Nino ♪

♪ Water whip like I'm Nemo ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Whip it through the glass, niggah ♪

♪ Whoop whoop whoop whoop ♪

♪ I'm blowin' money fast, niggah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I got it for the low-low ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, cocaína) ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco (coco, coco) ♪

♪ I got it for the low-low ♪

♪ Turn up ♪

♪ I'm in love with the coco ♪

♪ Coco, coco, coco, coco ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[Derrick] How are those 7 1/2s feelin'?

[Keyshawn] Hunty,

these shoes feel like broke-in house shoes.

I could do the Wobble all night.

[giggles]

That woman who was fussin' cuz we kept on dancin'--

she 'bout had a hissy fit.

Yeah, she's the, uh, president of the Mistletoe Committee.

[Keyshawn chuckles]

And she's my mom.

[gasps] Oh!

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Nah, don't worry. She's all bark.

Dad, on the other hand, uh...

he's got a bite that makes you beg for the bark.

You didn't get that bruise from practice, did you?

Naw.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Holy fuck!

- [both laugh] - No fuckin' way.

- It's snowin'! - [laughs]

- [Derrick] I-- - Oh. [giggles]

[Keyshawn laughs]

Ahh... [laughs]

Ooh! [chuckles]

- Keyshawn, come on. - [Keyshawn] Ah!

[laughs] Oh. Mm...

Keyshawn, get in. Your dad is gonna kill me

- if I don't get you-- - Come on!

How often does it snow in Mississippi?

[both laugh]

[Keyshawn] Ah! [laughs]

[Uncle Clifford] This was rare.

Both of 'em knew it...

To find lust that felt like a sliver of love.

They both had been followin' the rules all they lives.

I haven't...

[Uncle Clifford] Keyshawn, the rule

that a little chocolate girl wun't deservin'...

Derrick, the rule that a lil' chocolate girl

wun't deservin'.

But that night rules was broken...

lines crossed...

promises made.

[moody music plays]

♪ ♪

She reached for him in the blue of the mornin',

hungry for the softness fresh love can give...

Or lust...

Same thang.

♪ ♪

[door clicks softly]

♪ ♪

[Keyshawn tiptoeing]

♪ ♪

[lighter clicks]

[Keyshawn sighs]

[sighs] Sorry I'm late for curfew.

No worries.

[sighs]

You beat Alisha and Laronica, so...

...you the good daughter tonight.

[chuckles]

I won't tell your daddy you were a lil' late.

Thank you.

Everything fit you like it was custom.

[chuckles]

Uh, uh, I know.

[chuckles]

[Chanisse] But you ain't get to pick.

Be careful of becoming a man's Barbie doll.

He'll always find another one to buy.

[Uncle Clifford] Chile, what you said.

But she ain't wanna listen.

[Migos' "Vaccine"]

We never do.

♪ ♪

♪ Hit 'em with the jive ♪

♪ Buddha, bless this beat ♪

[Migos] ♪ Pop out, whassup ♪

♪ We makin' money in quarantine ♪

♪ Dirty my stick and my whip clean ♪

♪ It's the blue Benjamin's vaccine (vaccine) ♪

♪ Need to bounce back now I'm taxin' (taxin') ♪

♪ Fuck up the trap, we go tag team (tag team) ♪

♪ Talk on FaceTime, it's not textin' (textin') ♪

♪ Holdin' the fire, who gone press me (press me?) ♪

♪ Big weight, we skraight (skraight) ♪

♪ She do the white like it's Colgate ♪

♪ She still go and get it in four ways (four ways) ♪

♪ When I'm in my city, I feel safe, yeah ♪

♪ Niggah, I'm bigger than Bill Gates ♪

[Lil' Murda] Yeah, yeah. [chuckles]

Aw, shit, look, look, look. There it go!

- There it go! - [laughter]

Ah. Ah, that shit was so hard, maine!

The whole spot was litty.

Woddy, I wish you could have seen that shit, maine.

[Keyshawn] I told him not to eat

that gas station potato salad.

- [laughing] - [Lil' Murda] Ole shitty Woddy.

Eatin' that white-people potato salad

with them raisins in it fucked ya up, didn't it?

[laughter]

[Woddy] She kilt it, maine.

Awww...

So Keyshawn the biggest killa of us all, huh?

- Thass what a bitch do. - [Lil' Murda] Uh-huh.

And that's what we gone do starting tomorrow

on the second leg of the Dirty Dozen Tooouuur! Aahh!

[Lil' Murda] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- UHH! - [Woddy] Ahhhhh!

- [Keyshawn] Yah! - [Lil' Murda] Ah, shit.

[Keyshawn] Big Teak, why you so quiet?

You better come get you

some of these chocolate-covered skrawb--

- Naw, I'm skraight. - Niggah, you know you want one.

- I said I'on fuckin' want one. - [Woddy sighs heavily]

[hip-hop music playing in background]

Shit, niggah.

Open your goddamn ears.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Lil' Murda... Teak aight?

Naw.

He ain't been aight in a Mi'Ssippi minute.

Let me go see what it do wit' this foo'.

You might just need to get him a bitch.

♪ ♪

Or not.

[scoffs]

[knock at door]

- Aye. Yo, Key, whassup? - [Keyshawn] Aye.

Y'all got that money ready yet?

Almost. Have it to you in a minute.

[Rome] Cool, cool, cool, cool.

Yeah, after you done,

we can slide on through to Joseline spot.

- Aye! - Okay.

- [both laugh] - Where that niggah Murda at?

- Murda! - [Lil' Murda] What's poppin'?

- I got yo' keys, bruh. - [Keyshawn] Thank you.

[Lil' Murda] Yeah, niggah finna lay his crown at The Imperial

fuh the first time in life.

After we slide thru that party, I'ma hit that slab hard.

Wait, hold, hold on, no, no, no, no.

Y'all niggahs can't slide, maine.

- Damn, niggah, it's like that? - [Rome] You muthafuckas

better be glad I even used the Blue Guap clout

to get you these damn rooms.

Cuz if it was up to Woddy ass,

y'all'd be stayin' at the Super 8 in goddamn Conyers.

[Big Teak] Where the fuck is Conyers?

- Exactly, niggah. [laughs] Tuh! - [Lil' Murda] Man, I'on know

what this niggah talkin' 'bout.

Look, I done done enough fuh y'all niggahs, maine.

- Shit. [muttering] - Don't nobody need

- yo' goddamn charity. - Oh! Oh-ho-ho!

- The fuck you talkin' 'bout? - Okay, okay. Shit, fuck!

Well, gimme my shit back then, maine.

Yeah, you ole ungrateful-ass niggah!

- [Keyshawn] Rome. - Ungrateful?

[Rome] Oh, my bad.

This five-star bed over there too soft for your back, huh?

Cuz a niggah like you... you want a prison cot, huh?

Key, when you get through playin' wit' these clowns,

maine, you slide on through.

- [Keyshawn sighs] - [Rome] Broke-ass niggah.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Fuck this niggah!

I'on need nothin' from NA'AN niggah!

I'm finna go lay my ass in the hearse.

- [Lil' Murda] Big Teak, Teak. - Naw.

[Lil' Murda] Teak!

[Big Teak] This niggah always talking shit!

How you stay here and listen to that bullshit, maine?

[Lil' Murda] I'll be right back.

- Teak. - [door opens]

[Big Teak] Fuck outta here, man.

[Lil' Murda] Don't worry 'bout that shit, maine.

[door slams]

Don't be bothered by Rome.

I'ma go up there

and get the keys fuh all y'all rooms.

Meanwhile, you can sit tight here, hmm?

[distant siren wailing]

What?

I'on like yo' hair.

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh!

Niggah, whu?!

Naw, I just...

like the hair that grow outcho head.

[Uncle Clifford] Mm. What he said.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[news anchor] This was the scene

in Charlottesville, Virginia, yesterday,

as hundreds of white supremacists traveled--

[Derrick] My boy Justin got us some burp rags.

[news anchor] ...in what has been dubbed

the Unite the Right Rally.

[Keyshawn] Ugh.

These are ug-uh-ly.

[sighs]

[news anchor] Their outrage was sparked by a decision...

- Whu? - [Derrick] I dunno, I just...

think it's kinda fucked up you're over here judgin' shit.

Fuckin' baby doesn't care what they're wearing,

just as long as they got some fuckin' clothes on.

Well, they coulda at least picked the color I wanted.

You know, you sure are really hard to fuckin' please

nowadays.

I said persimmon.

That's the color I picked for the onesies.

Well, my mama's tryin'.

Yeah. Now.

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

She sho' didn't put a down payment down on a duplex.

My daddy did that.

[Derrick exhales deeply]

- Key, I-- - I'm just saying, you woulda

thought your parents woulda helped us out a bit more.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

I knew I shouldn't have messed with you.

Ever since she saw you,

my mom always said you were a gold digger.

Oh, Ruth Ann listenin' to her one Kanye West CD's

really paying the fuck off, huh?

- Keyshawn, shut the fuck up. - [Keyshawn] You will not

- tell me to shut the fuck up! - You know what?!

I knew I shouldna dipped my dick in the likes of you.

And now I'm fuckin' stuck in this situation,

takin' care of some BACKWOODS BITCH!

Takin' care of me? I'm takin' care of you!

I'm fuckin' eight months pregnant

workin' nights at Walgreens.

Who's putting food on the table, huh?

Who's putting gas in your fucking Prius, huh?!

- Who?! - [grunts loudly]

[Keyshawn choking]

[dark music plays]

[quietly] You should be fuckin' payin' for it.

And the reason my fuckin' family kicked me out

is 'cause of you.

You fuckin' trapped me.

[Uncle Clifford] The first time,

you don't wanna believe it...

To wake up from your own death.

[Keyshawn choking]

[Uncle Clifford] A little bit of Keyshawn died that night.

She had to.

This was the night Miss Mississippi was born.

- Rome! What's goin' on? - [sirens wailing outside]

Let's get to this Joseline joint.

[Rome sighs] These niggahs still out here

wilin' in the street, ain't it?

[Keyshawn] Why you ain't dressed yet? [chuckles]

[Rome] Hmm.

I was too busy on the horn.

[sirens continue wailing, car horn honks]

Got some bad news fuh you, queen.

- Whu? - That wig deal fell thru.

Couldn't work out the points on the back end, so...

Oh, no!

Don't worry...

cuz I got somethin' even better.

[sirens continues wailing]

Mm... mm-hmm.

[sniffs] This the move right hure.

The Miss Sipp platform for Pleasers.

A stripper heel?

Heyell, yeah! Plus, they offerin' you a nice-ass cut

off top, too.

I'm talkin' 'bout three percent off gross.

That's cool, but it's...

three percent off a small customer base.

What the fuck you mean?

I mean... I really wanted the wig deal

cuz errybody rock a good lace front erry now 'n again.

- [Rome scoffs] - That customer base wide.

Maine, can you just try it on?

And if you don't like it,

then I'll dead the whole thang.

Uh...

[Rome] Mm-hmm.

- [grunts] - [Keyshawn chuckles]

- [distant sirens wailing] - [Rome] Get in there.

How does it fit?

Perfectly.

Yeah...

[Rome chuckles] Yeah.

I bet they gone look real good with the floss you got on, too.

Why don't you go check yourself out in the full length

while I finish gettin' dressed.

They the move. Truss me.

[dramatic fairytale music plays]

[Keyshawn sighing, chattering teeth]

[Rome] How they look withcho floss?

[Keyshawn sighs] Hmm...

[clicks tongue] They cute, but...

[Rome] But what?

I'd rather just stay in my own shoes.

R-Rome, whu in the heyell?

[Rome] Mm, mm, mm!

Damn, girl, I'm scared-a-yo!

Rome, your--

Your robe.

Oh.

That musta just came loose.

[exhales]

What?

You'on like what you see?

[sighs] Rome, come on.

We-we gonna be late.

Maine, you know them niggahs ain't gone start on time.

Shit...

But we promised them that we'd be there by--

- [Rome] No. - Rome, what're you doin'?

[dark fairytale music plays]

Not erry bitch get a chance

to make they dreams come true.

But look at you.

Yo' pretty mug everywhur.

♪ ♪

And I could do so much more fuh you,

if you just let me.

[chuckles] Come on.

- Don't be scared. - Rome, stop!

Oh...

So you don't wanna strip fuh me?

Ain't that what you do?

Ain't that what you finna go do?

Thass not all I do.

What else you be doin'?

Gettin' free.

Makin' shit shine.

I'm out there makin' folks thank that they got the control

when it's really me who pullin' the strangs

up on that stage.

- [Rome scoffs] Maine... - It's spectacle.

Them nasty lil' lap dances you be doin'

ain't no spectacle.

- They just a-- - Symbolic gesture...

made to give the customers the upper hand.

But the lady that really in control is me.

Cuz they ain't gettin' none.

I make 'em thank it,

and thankin' is what make 'em cum.

It's not nasty.

It's charity.

[Rome] And yet this shit cost.

All I done done fuh you, Keyshawn. Huh?

All that money I done put in yo' mu'fuckin' pocket?

All that food I done put into your kids' mouths?

- So I owe you now? - Heyell, yeah.

- 'Cause all this shit pendin'. - [Keyshawn] Hmm.

All these deals, errythang...

pendin'.

♪ ♪

[scoffs, murmurs]

I don't do this!

♪ ♪

Heyell is you talkin' 'bout, maine?

[heavy, menacing chords]

Heyell, yeah.

Errybody got 'em a lil' movie nowadays,

shiiit.

Even your bwoy Lil' Murda.

- What you talkin' 'bout? - I seen what you did

when y'all were back up in Memphis.

Tonguin' him down and all that.

But I could tell that niggah ain't like that shit.

Heyell, fuh all I know,

he booty buddies with that Big Teak niggah.

You ain't got no proof of that.

[scoffs]

I ain't got no proof?

Yeah.

[moaning, slapping on phone]

That fuck-niggah gone win a Emmy fuh the part he playin'.

Got people on the Gram thinkin' y'all together and shit

but this niggah ain't no gangster.

He a faggot.

Just like you ain't no princess, bitch.

You'se a hoe!

And you mine!

- Come here! - No! NO!

Bitch, stop movin'! Come here!

[Keyshawn whimpering]

Stop playin' with me!

♪ ♪

Ah! Stupid bitch!

[grunts]

[Keyshawn grunting]

[edgy strings play]

[Saint Bodhi's "Horror" playing]

Seno, what the fuck?

♪ Yo, American psycho ♪

♪ Mix up your shit typo ♪

♪ Your dick too small by hoe ♪

♪ I'm in a bad mood, you can try though ♪

♪ On my bully, fuck your feelings ♪

♪ You ain't making me no money ♪

♪ Spray your brains up on the ceiling ♪

♪ ♪

[knocking echoing]

[Chanisse] Keyshawn...

[whimpers] I ain't have nowhere else to go.

Keyshawn...

I am so sorry, but...

I can't have my daughters around this.

Oh...

I made a mistake.

[Chanisse] No. You made a choice.

And you have to own up to your choices.

I told you relationships are hard.

You can't keep comin' back

every time times get a little tough.

- What my daddy say? - He agrees.

Go home, Keyshawn.

[Keyshawn] No!

[Woddy] Keyshawn, you aight?

[Keyshawn crying] I'm so fuckin' stupid!

- [Woddy] What happened? - [sniffles]

Rome. He tried--

He tried to fuck me. [sniffles]

Wait, wait, wait. Say whu?

[whimpering]

All this time, he just wanted to fuck.

Thass all he wanted.

I'm so stupid, Woddy!

[Woddy] You not.

You ain't nowhere near stupid, now.

Naive, maybe, ambitious, even,

but stupid?

That--that ain't true.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

He know about Lil' Murda.

Know what about him?

Everything.

♪ ♪

- [sighs] - [Keyshawn] He showed me a...

...video.

♪ ♪

- [cries] - [Woddy] Uhh...

is that right?

[Keyshawn] I wanna go home.

♪ ♪

What about the second leg of--

No, Woddy, I'm done with this shit!

I wanna go home.

[tender music plays]

[Uncle Clifford] Where are good fathers when you need them?

Where are the men who love and protect you?

Do they only live in the future?

- Do they even exist? - [floor creaks]

The creaks in the floor only echo the fact

that these questions remain unanswered

for bitches like us.

But the need for the answer can all be erased

with those sweet words of sorry.

[sweeping music swells]

♪ ♪

[Derrick] Key?

♪ ♪

I-I'm not gonna do it again.

♪ ♪

I promise.

[crying] I promise.

[sniffling]

I'm gonna be better than him.

Better than my dad ever was.

♪ ♪

I know, baby.

[Derrick sniffling]

I know.

[Derrick sniffling]

- Shhh... - [baby coos]

[whispers] Yes!

[Derrick] Hmm? Come on, baby girl, hmm?

That's my girl.

Yeah.

Want some hot dog? Huh?

You want some hot dog? Hmm? Hmm?

Yeah. Yeah, ya hungry?

Ya hungry?

Yeah, my little flying plane, huh?

- Yeah, yeah. - [baby fussing]

It's okay. It's okay.

- [baby continues fussing] - Hey, hey, it's okay.

Yeah. Yeah!

Hey, y'all, look, it's Mama!

Mama's home, huh?

Hey. Hey, baby.

Good to see you.

Hey, look. Looky there.

It's Mama. Huh?

- [Jayden whining] - It's Mama. It's Mama.

[Derrick] Jayden, Mama's home, huh?

- [Keyshawn] Come to me? - [Jayden crying]

It's num-num time.

- [Keyshawn] Come, come... - [Jayden fussing] No!

[Derrick] Here you go, babe.

[kisses] Yeah. Yes.

Yeah.

Why you back home so early?

Rome wanted us to take a break to re-jigger the tour.

But he called me about an extension.

[Keyshawn] True, true, but...

he needed to rework the schedule a bit.

It was all so sudden.

[Jayden giggles]

[crying]

Hey. Jayden.

[Jayden continues crying]

What's wrong?

He's just been really missing you, I think.

[Jayden continues crying]

[Keyshawn] Jayden, you okay?

[Jayden continues crying]

- [Jayden wailing] - [joint snapping]

[Dr. Patterson] There ya go.

[Keyshawn] What was that?

[Dr. Patterson] It's nothin' to worry about.

They call this nursemaid's elbow.

- [Keyshawn] What that is? - Ah, it's nothin'--

just an elbow joint dislocation.

It's pretty common.

Happens to a lotta kids cuz their bones so soft.

- [Jayden crying] - Dr. Patterson.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[Jayden wailing]

[Dr. Patterson] Oh, is that tender?

[Jayden continues crying]

[door creaks open, Jayden babbles]

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Derrick] Hey.

Thank God you're back.

[Jayden babbles]

♪ ♪

[Derrick] I was just about to head out.

I got this interview this morning.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[Keyshawn sighs]

♪ ♪

You haven't asked me what the doctor said.

What'd the doctor say?

Jayden's only three years old, Derrick.

[chuckles]

What'd the doctor say?

You dislocated his elbow, Derrick.

Th-that's impossible.

[muttering]

There it is, right there.

I didn't do anything.

[Keyshawn] You know what? You can hit me.

You can beat me.

But you will not... you will NOT beat my children!

Okay! Okay, so he's gettin' spankings.

Derrick, he's three years old!

He's driving me INSANE, Key.

I mean, he's fuckin' whinin',

temper tantrum all the fuckin' time--

Well, what do you fuckin' expect? Babies cry!

Yeah, well, it's too much sometimes!

What do you--what do you mean it's too much?

You have to comfort him.

You have not been with these fuckin' kids for two weeks!

- TWO WEEKS! - [children whimpering]

And, YES, they get spankings,

just LIKE I GOT 'EM when I was their age.

- WE'RE GOING! - [crying in background]

You will not beat my kids like yo' daddy beat you!

[children crying]

He's only three years old, Derrick.

Doesn't matter.

You have to straighten a tree when it's young,

and that's what my dad did to me.

Yeah, after he made you peel a switch offa it?!

You are not him.

You are so much better!

You could be so much better!

- Keyshawn, just fade on back. - [Keyshawn] This'll leave scars

that you will never know.

- Scars that never heal. - Keyshawn, STOP already

so I can get ready for this interview!

Why? YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET IT!

But it's all good.

I'll just keep taking care

of my three kids-- Jayden, Regal,

and Derrick fucking Wri--

[Derrick grunts]

[Keyshawn gasps]

[babies crying in background]

♪ ♪

FUCKIN' BITCH!

Fuckin' tolju!

- Come here. Come here! - [Keyshawn screams]

FUCKIN' TOLJU TO STOP!

- FUCKIN' TOLJU! - [Keyshawn screams] NO! NO! NO!

- Tolju to stop! - NO! NO!

- No! No! - Fuckin' tolju!

[Keyshawn] Oh--No! No!

Come back here, you fuckin' black bitch!

[Keyshawn yelling]

[gasping, gagging]

[Derrick] Fuckin' tolju!

Fuckin' tolju!

[Keyshawn groans, struggles]

[panting, grunting]

[Keyshawn screams]

[whimpering]

[sobbing] DERRICK!

- Please! - [iron hissing]

Anywhere but my face!

Anywhere!

Please! Anywhere!

- [iron hissing] - [sobs]

♪ ♪

[babies continue crying in background]

♪ ♪

[iron continues hissing]

♪ ♪

[Keyshawn sobs softly, Derrick breathes shakily]

I will discipline my children any way I want to.

[babies continue crying in background]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

[Derrick] This is your fuckin' fault!

Fuckin' tolju!

[Uncle Clifford] How I wish I could save you, baby girl.

Cuz you so deservin' of a white knight.

♪ ♪

But white knights only exist in fairy tales.

[overlapping chatter, moaning]

Keep your eyes open,

cuz the Devil can be an angel when he wanna be.

[Rome chattering indistinctly]

Aye, Roman.

Woddy! Ha ha!

[chuckling]

Aye, can I rap withchu for a minute

'bout this next leg?

Yes, aye, you wanna talk wit' the boy.

- [Woddy] Yeah, yeah., - Shit. Walk with me.

[sniffs] Talk with me. Aye, aye.

Aye, bitches, y'all run along.

We, uh--we gotta have bawse talk,

y'know what I'm sayin'? [claps hands]

We gotta talk a little business.

Bawse talk. [snapping fingers]

- Let these bawses talk! - Hey, how y'all doin'?

Yes, sir!

Brought you a present.

[laughing] Mkaaay!

- My niggah! - [laughs]

Whoa. Is this primo shit, though?

Cuz you know Romey Rome only do premium shit.

- Yeah, I know how you do. - Yeah, aye.

Yes, sir!

Yeeeessir. [chuckles]

Why'ont you go ahead and hit it first?

Fuh sho.

[chuckles]

[sniffing]

[laughs]

Okay, Woddy playin' baseball.

[snorts, grunts]

Aye.

I wanna know what we gone do now

that Keyshawn ain't gone be on the last leg of this tour.

[sucks teeth] Maaaaine,

bitches like that a dime a dozen, maine.

- Wonder what happened? - Shit, hell if I know.

But if she wanna go back to Crackerville, my niggah,

- that's on her. - [lighter clicks]

Heyell, that's her goddamn prerogative.

Shit, she better be glad I even took her black ass on

in the first place.

What you thank this gone mean fuh Lil' Murda?

Shiiit.

[snorting]

[coughs, sniffs]

I can bring on one of my new artists or somethin'.

I guess Lil' Murda can open up for him.

I mean, that niggah just ain't took off quite yet.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Don't nobody know that niggah, maine.

Yet.

[Rome, laughing] Yeah.

You real strong about your choice, ain't ya?

[scoffs] Not me, my boy. [sniffs]

See, a niggah like me, I like to diversify my income--

[coughs]

Um, uh, my streams. [sniffs] Damn!

[slaps chest]

You good?

[Rome grunts] Yeah...

[sniffs] That shit just got me, uh...

got me feelin' a little lightheaded over hure, brah.

- [Woddy] Hmm. - [sniffs]

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

You ever seen somebody die before, Rome?

You already know I seen my mama die, maine.

- You know that. - Death ain't pretty, is it?

Yet F&G made yo' mama look hella fine fuh God or...

or the Devil.

[groans] No, aye, my mama in heaven, niggah.

You best believe that.

[Rome gasps weakly]

So...

how you wanna be buried?

[groans]

[quietly] What, niggah?

[echoing] Might be able to have a open casket.

Yo' body won't be like the niggah

who sister shot him in the face with the shotgun.

Or the woman who hanged herself.

Her body had hung on the rope for weeks,

- so by the time we got... - [gasps]

[Woddy] ...to her...

...her body had rotted and fallen to the floor.

Hmph.

♪ ♪

[echoing] Death can be obvious...

but she can also be a sneaky-ass bitch.

[gags, coughs] Hold on, Woddy...

♪ ♪

Mm, you ain't feelin' so good, is you?

♪ ♪

[sighs] It's aight. I'll...

handle the conversation from here on out, all right?

Where this lil' movie you got?

[Rome breathes sharply] Whatchu talkin' 'bout, maine?

I ain't got no movie.

[Woddy, echoing] That ain't what I heard.

Keyshawn told me errythang.

[echoing] And I do mean errythang.

[gasps]

I...

...can't breathe, maine.

- [Woddy] You lucky. - [gasps]

Most folks don't get this.

Don't get somebody to...

lead 'em to the other side.

- [wheezes, chokes] - You know...

sometimes it's sudden.

Fact, I like to call ODs...

"soft suicides."

♪ ♪

[choking, gasping]

[Woddy sniffs]

♪ ♪

Night-night, niggah.

♪ ♪

[strangled gasps]

[dark fairytale music plays]

♪ ♪

- [crash] - [objects clatter]

[Uncle Clifford chuckles]

And they all lived happily ever after.

[rapper] Hey, somebody call the ambulance.

This niggah in here OD'in'!

[Uncle Clifford] This ain't no fairy tale.

This the real world.

And in the real world, all us got the power

to rewrite or our destinies.

Handsome princes can become fire-breathin' dragons.

Trusty sidekicks can become angels of death,

and even damsels can become they own damn saviors.

[fairytale trap music plays]

♪ ♪